“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As I grew up I came to feel that my father was both strongly surprised and disappointed by the wife and children he’d chosen to be involved with.

[...] For many well-intentioned artists, with the best of intentions, produce at times shoddy works of art, all the more disappointing and deplorable to them because of the initial goodness of their intent.

[...] When she opened it she was quite disappointed with the results. [...]

[...] And though I know I shall disappoint you, I have decided to close the session.

[...] We were very disappointed that all of our recent efforts, in line with Seth’s suggestions, hadn’t resulted in any improvement.

(I told Seth I hadn’t felt like going out dancing tonight because of the windy weather, and that I thought Jane would be disappointed. [...]

[...] He came through, I believe, because I expressed disappointment that he hadn’t mentioned my two recent sensations of physical enlargement. [...]

(Last night we went for a walk: Jane said she was disappointed in my reaction to her ability to walk a little better, and so was worse when she went to bed. [...]

[...] We were both disappointed at Bill’s failure to appear. [...]

(When she opened the test envelope to see a clipping of a section of a calendar page, containing numbers and a few spots of red and yellow, Jane was quite disappointed. [...]

I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to see the television program, because I’ve never seen myself as Seth in trance except in a few photographs. [...]

[...] We visited him last Sunday at my parents’ home, in Sayre, PA, and he had expected to have the color prints with him; however they had not arrived from the processor yet, to our disappointment and his.

(Tonight, February 26, 1964, we visited Miss Callahan at the hospital, and were disappointed to see that her condition had worsened considerably since her admittance last week. [...]

[...] I would be disappointed if it were missed. [...]

I was disappointed, naturally, but again I sent the dream manuscript out; this time to Prentice-Hall, on April 2, 1968. [...]

[...] You were disappointed, then, shortly after you made your move, and you began to retreat. [...]

[...] I was really disappointed, but shook my consciousness to set it back to daily things, and with only a moment of reorientation attended to my guests.

[...] What set her off was not the disappointment over the teaching job, which fell through, but the sequence of events, such as Mr. Burrell’s advances and her subconscious knowledge of her father’s nature.

[...] A rush of disappointment flooded through me. [...]

[...] I should note our disappointment that those strange, new and quick bodily motions she’d experienced just a week ago had soon tapered off. [...]